This book describes my ten-plus years on staff in Gurumayi's Siddha Yoga ashrams, the same ashram written of by Elizabeth Gilbert in her book Eat, Pray, Love. My book has a different flavor from hers, was written several years before hers appeared, and is available in paperback and e-book.
I would love it if you could join us at the KGB Bar on Sunday, July 25 at 7pm. You'll find us at 85 E. 4th Street, just a few steps west of Second Avenue.
photo by Matt Roberts
It's one of the traditional literary hotspots in Manhattan. Housed in a building that has been a center for labor unions, revolution and the arts for over 100 years, the KGB bar has been called the best literary venue by New York magazine, the Village Voice -- and many more! So let us entertain you this coming Sunday evening with some rough and ready reading -- current material from selected writers, hosted by Brent Shearer, author of the memoir, In the Front Row, On the Dole.
I'll be reading a little from Guru, and some brand new material, hot off the press.
Come join me for the next Authentic Writing Workshop in Manhattan on Saturday, March 15, 2014 10am-12:30pm. Writing memoir -- creating and exploring art in this way -- is the core of my life, and it's something I like to share. So for anyone who wants to go further with their writing, or for anyone who wants to start, or for anyone somewhere in the middle -- you are welcome. We meet way downtown: 40 Exchange Place on the 3rd floor. Check AuthenticWriting.com for more info.
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AUGUST 11, 2010 in the NEW YORK POST
A big article by Sara Stewart in the New York Post. Here's the link: EAT PRAY ZILCH
This blog began in April 2007. I had already written The Guru Looked Good. I posted a new chapter every Tuesday morning for six months or so. The book existed in its entirety on this blog for almost two years, and then it became a paperback.
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You can read an excerpt under August 11, 2010, or go to the very beginning of the blog for a couple of sample chapters. Thanks for your interest!
I think that writing memoir is the most potent action I can take in this world.
When I sit down to write – not an easy place to get to – I feel all my energies and abilities come into one focus, one laser point – I feel like a bird, pausing in mid-air, then plummeting down into the waves, intent on that one fish that will save it.
I write, then come up for air, then look at what I have unearthed. It usually looks like just a handful of dust, not worth much. I could easily toss it out and forget about it. But I don’t. Not anymore. I add it to the pile. I am not sure what I am building, but this is all I have. For some reason, it is my most precious thing, the one thing that feels purely my own.